Ryder pov

I kiss her slowly, reverently, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint wildness that clings to her even here, in this dingy motel room.

"Make love to me," she whispers against my mouth, pulling me closer. "Remind me I'm still human. Still yours. Still just Jolie under all this divinity."

I chuckle, low in my throat. "We just had sex yesterday, Jolie. I promised you when we got home we would."

She shakes her head, eyes glowing in the dark. "I can’t wait."

I strip away the last of ...